User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2006360-20110920112002/@comment-25220117-20110920185203

''Miles away, across the North sea and the frozen fields of grass and tree, the wildcat studied the Fortress of Riftgard with contempt. A poor award for he and his army's trek across the known earths and seas, but an award sure enough. Riftgard, once the proud Fortress of Riftgard, one-time land of the Free, now a dirtied mess in the paws of rats. A practice not to be continued for long...For he is Sangrid Sawfang, Lord of the Barren lands! Now that pitiful nuisance of a stoat captain is out of the way, and that Pure Ferret wretch is not far behind, the seas, he, will, RULE! Smiling coldly at the fortress one-last time that day, the cat turns and heads back for his camp, where his hungry fighters await...Not more then minutes earlier, a certain Pure Ferret was thinking the same, but scheming with Death about a certain other ruler...One with a spotted pelt and a horde to boot!''